and the rain pours down
pure and cold and clean
into this lurid lakey sea,
I chain my soul
to droplet, drench
and stir and steep
my blues into quiet
hues I can cradle, keep
and use to paint
my own corner
of the sky.

Did you see that I have a new word list up? Any chance you’ll write me a poem? I’m sure you can write about mushrooms floating in water or making stew out of mushrooms and water. I have no doubt you can add water to the list and make magic.🙂